You ain’t dead yet,
the clown said to the waif
hoping to cheer him up…
...but the bum didn’t wait
for the explanation,
but hit him for a buck
for a dram of whisky,
to forget he was alive,
hoping the memory would fade
by the time the effect wore off.

The song was pretty darn good, but i'm not sure how it got there. I was wondering how i could wake up in the middle of the night with this pretty really good song in my head and noone reated it? i didn't write it, and i don't think the people int dream created it, so i i was so perplexed as to who created this song that wasn't created by anyone?

The new totalitarianism...
Is an alice in wonderland...
You know not that you're in it...
Is it me or a dream that I'm in...
Yet we keep talking to each other on here...
To be recorded why...
Turn away from this that degrades you...
And seek each other in places of the real...
The internet was always a way to diffuse your power...
How could it have been otherwise...

To not belong in this time
In that yes born now was
Meaning why be as it is now
Dress as a person from 40 years past
No not that but why follow suit with it
The enter here and exit here logic of a life-time
Conveyerbelt Life-form moves and becomes what is
Yet the what is is anti-you perhaps and so not to follow
But to stepping back and becoming not it is also not easy
It would depend on the strength of the idea and belief system
That you would be able to behold and project and it'd have to put
The dominant way of being in the shade, that in comparison you come out stronger